southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

"Fine, yes, you asked me," Danta agrees with a sly smile. "But for the record, I'd have done as I was told even if you'd been bossy about it." Laughing softly as he spots the butcher's tail wagging again and turning his head to better enjoy the kiss pressed to his temple, as they emerge out into the late afternoon light, dying now towards evening but still searingly hot and just the way he likes it, the Maverick lets out an undignified snort.

"Impossible," he declares, fingers squeezing warmly against Asta's. "You can't have the best one, because I do." And if ever there was a time to lay the lovey dovey affection on thick, it's right now, and so it's with an unapologetic grin spreading across his face that he follows the other man out towards the upper echelons of Haulani.

Caught by the sparkle of the sunset on the ocean and the way those waning fingers of light sear across the port and through the palms, Danta doesn't realise where he's being led until The Wildfin is almost entirely upon them. "Oho," he drawls, impressed as he glances around, the Maverick nodding to the balcony seating in full heat of the last bit of sunlight. "You have outdone yourself. Shall we sit out here? Unless you've already booked a table and prepared something obnoxious, of course."

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash